Sharpened scissors trim frayed corners, Fitting into yesteryears, Pasting moments— Shades of Korean, German, English. Memory words bloom, No lightning strikes silent “e”s. Scissors can’t cut language stone Reforming like ebb and tide. I keep pasting— Fractions to whole to pieces. Blue keeps bleeding. Do not peel the corners Where winters sleep. Even scissors rest. … Continue reading Scissors
Category: Reflection
Map of Returning
I return to the pages, To gather my pieces, Grinding time into shape— Somewhere a potter’s wheel Keeps turning. The air still trembles, As if it were pouring Something unnamed On a map of returning. Tangled, braided secrets And blank pages, And the revolving door. Bain-marie Keeps it warm.
One More Walk in Acadia
On our last day, we let the hours unfold—We let things sparkle and speak to us. The hazy sky cleared, The breeze winked playfully. The forest opened,Its roots and rocks guiding our steps, while the sea murmured somewhere beyond the trees. There was no hurry,Only the quiet gift of being here,In this place where land … Continue reading One More Walk in Acadia
Ring of Fire 